Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 110549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
My bottom lip trembled. I was terrified to talk about it—terrified that I would spiral again if I did.
“Easy,” Jessie soothed. “It’s okay. We’re here with you, baby,” he reminded me. “Not talking about this is what’s going to send you back.”
“My m-mom.” I drew in a deep breath, feeling that familiar block coming up. I grabbed Lincoln’s hand in both of mine, squeezing tightly as I shut my eyes, forcing myself to say the words out loud. “She used t-to—” My breath shuttered out of me. Lincoln squeezed my hand as Jessie gripped my other thigh, both of my men silently helping me in ways they would never understand. “Hit me,” I spit out.
I opened my eyes, first landing on Lincoln. His jaw was tightly clenched, his eyes flared with rage. “If she weren’t dead already, I’d fucking kill her,” he snarled.
Tears trickled down my face. “Wh-what if I’m l-like her?” I asked them. I turned my eyes to Jessie. His eyes were dark with murderous hate for my mother, but he didn’t scare me. I knew neither of my men would ever hurt me.
“You are nothing like your mother,” Jessie swore. “You’re strong, sweet, and most of all, you love our little girl with every fiber of your being. Every single day, you’re fighting to be strong for her, to be strong for me and Lincoln. You are a thousand times better than she could ever hope to be.”
“She hated m-me,” I told them.
“She knew you were always meant to be better than her,” Lincoln said. I slowly turned my eyes to him. He reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear, his other hand never leaving mine. “She hated the fact that you had such a beautiful soul—one she could never hope to have.”
“And she hated the fact that she couldn’t ruin you, West,” Jessie told me. “You were untouchable.”
I shook my head at him, but he lightly gripped my chin. “Yes, baby. You were untouchable. She could hit you. She could spew hateful shit at you. She could try with all of her might to ruin your life, but she could never ruin you.”
“You have a heart of gold and a soul that shines so fucking brightly that it pushes away all of the darkness that tries to claw you apart and drag you down. She could never destroy that, no matter how hard she tried to,” Lincoln softly told me.
I sobbed. Both men wrapped me up in their arms. Our little girl kicked and hit at my belly, and I rested my hand on it, my shoulders shaking as I cried.
I rested my hands on the top of my belly as I watched Jessie spread out a blanket on the ground. Lincoln pressed a kiss to my temple as he passed me with a basket of food. My cheeks warmed, my heart swelling in my chest.
God, they were so amazing to me.
It was Sunday. The guys had been alternating on who stayed with me during the week, but on Sunday, the garage was closed, and both men could be home with me.
And today, they were choosing to spoil me.
Jessie kicked his shoes off and sat down on the blanket. He flashed me a sexy smile and opened his arms to me, welcoming me down onto his lap. With a blush tinting my cheeks, I kicked my flip-flops off and quickly settled down on his lap, sighing in contentment when his strong, muscular arms wrapped around me, his lips pressing to my forehead.
Lincoln kicked his own shoes off and sat down in front of me. He began to rummage around in the basket, coming up with a container of blueberry muffins. I gasped, my eyes widening in surprise. He grinned at me. “I know you’ve been craving them.” He took one out of the container and ripped a piece off. I leaned forward, letting him feed me. I closed my eyes and moaned when the flavor exploded in my mouth, sending a chill down my spine.
Fuck, I loved blueberry muffins.
“Keep moaning like that, and Lincoln and I are going to have you for lunch instead of actual food,” Jessie growled before he gently nipped my earlobe, making my breath hitch in my throat.
The food was now forgotten at his words. “Christ,” Lincoln swore as he set the muffins aside. He grabbed me from Jessie’s lap and laid me out on the blanket. I instantly spread my legs so he could move over me, cradling his hard, toned body between my thighs. I gasped when he pushed his erection against me.
He slid his hand between our bodies, his blue eyes darkening further. “She’s already so fucking soaked for us,” Lincoln told Jessie as he leaned up. “Thank fuck for dresses,” he commented as he quickly tugged my panties down my leg.